Cherry Blossom (feat. Andy Cizek)

It’s 2AM and here I am awake while the thoughts in my head seem to have no end

Oooh is the cold air harming you? Cause it’s killing me

Yeah it’s killing me

Oooh is the winter paining you? Cause it’s killing me

Could we sit inside my car for hours?

I hope you know that I’m not your cherry blossom

In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all

And I’m probably getting (I’m probably getting)

I’m probably getting hard to love

Oh no no no

It’s 3AM and I’m awake awake again to the sound of your voice running through my head

What’d you do to me? What’d I do to you?

Cause I don’t even recognize myself

And I was feeling you

But now I’m feeling blue and I hate every single word I say

Just a year ago I was so in love

I would have sailed all the way to Raftel

What’d you do to me? What’d I do to you?

Cause I don’t recognize our photos, no no no

And all the world seems to fall apart in our love

(Andy Cizek feature)

Save your pleasantries for someone who

Doesn’t know you as well as I do

Cut the bullshit and tell me the truth

Try to understand

That I won’t hold your hand forever

Snow falls and as it blossoms it cures the disease in our words

While the substances that I had used numb the pain they neglect the way that I frame

A flag, no a mantra, yes a phrase, “I love you”

And will you stay with me?

Even if islands I lead to bare sadness, or hardship and weather that we can not withstand within our current condition

And yes we have born this ourselves through intentions of love and sacrifice

Our words may blossom one last time

I hope that you know that I’m not your cherry blossom

In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all

And I’m probably getting harder and harder to love

No, I know that I’m getting harder and harder to love

If you treat yourself with the love I have for you

And I love myself half as much as I loved you

Then together but apart we can see this through

Now together, from afar we can see this through

I hope that you know that I’m not your cherry blossom

In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all

And I’m probably getting harder and harder to love

No, I know that I’m getting so much harder, so much harder to love